What I Was Afraid Of · Track 56 · middle
Spear of Longinus / Holy Lance
Spear of Longinus / Holy Lance — . Register: fiction. This song is sung BY this weapon, in first person, about the one thing IT was afraid of. Find the fear that is true of this specific object, not a generic one.
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Lyrics
[Intro] They look through the glass. They cross themselves. [Verse 1] I am bound in a sleeve of silver and gold Right where my iron center snapped in two. They drove a brass pin straight into my belly To hold the myth together, to make it true. I remember the forge and the garrison dust, The smell of sour wine and sweat in the heat. I was a standard issue point of the line, Carried down a long Judean street. [Chorus] This is what terrifies me in the dark of the vault: The weight of the prayers that I cannot bear. Emperors carried me to conquer the world, Believing I had some salvation to share. I am afraid of the halo they forged on my edge, I was a tool of the state, I was never the light. I am drowning in glory, I am sick with the awe, And I just want to be allowed to go quiet. [Verse 2] I remember the hand that gave me my name, He was bored, he was tired, the afternoon bled. His arm lifted me before his mind made the choice, A simple mechanical check for the dead. Just under the ribs. The easiest slide. I parted the flesh to let the water out. It was a small, brutal mercy at the end of a shift, Nothing to sing a cathedral about. [Bridge] But then came the kings with their trembling hands, The conquerors looking for a holy sign. A silver sleeve added in 1084, To cover the crack in my Roman design. If they knew what I was, they would leave me to rust, Just another dull blade from a forgotten war. [Chorus] This is what terrifies me in the dark of the vault: The weight of the prayers that I cannot bear. Emperors carried me to conquer the world, Believing I had some salvation to share. I am afraid of the halo they forged on my edge, I was a tool of the state, I was never the light. I am drowning in glory, I am sick with the awe, And I just want to be allowed to go quiet. [Outro] Another face at the glass. Looking for a miracle. I am just iron. I am just iron that happened to be there. And I cannot save you.